Chapter 47 The puppy starts doing evil again
【Exit the instance.】
It takes a certain amount of time for the soul to return to its place. Fang Ke blinked slowly and took a long time to adapt to the light in the room.
wrong……
It's about 19:30 now, and it's not natural light, someone has turned on the lights.
Fang Ke's blurred vision caught sight of a figure by the window. He suddenly clenched his fingers and pursed his lips. "Why don't you go? Why don't you go to school to teach them?"
Shen Cinian didn't say anything, just stood quietly by the window.
"Speak..." Fang Ke's voice trembled unconsciously, and he became more and more agitated. "Speak! Speak! Why, why, you are not... not... not..."
He even started to speak incoherently, and when he spoke the last few words, his tongue seemed to curl: "You... don't care about me anymore..."
The air pressure in the room was a little low, probably because Shen Cinian still didn't speak.
So Fang Ke endured the pain all over his body and went out of bed barefoot. When he stepped on the smooth wooden floor, his toes curled up slightly for a moment, and then immediately flattened out.
He walked over excitedly, or rather stumbled and fell all the way over. When he reached Shen Qinian, he tightly grasped a corner of Shen Qinian's sleeve with both hands, and his whole body swayed from side to side.
"Speak... please... speak..."
Chen Qinian stepped back a little to avoid his touch. Fang Ke held his sleeve tightly, so he let it go and didn't insist on pulling it out.
"Take the pill, I'll watch you eat it." Shen Cinian spoke, but his tone was still as cold as iron.
Fang Ke was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, his tense shoulders gradually relaxed.
"I don't want to eat."
Perhaps because he felt that it was particularly embarrassing to beg Chen Cinian for help just now, Fang Ke slowly clenched his fists, and his expression quickly returned to that numb and indifferent look.
"No. You can go now."
It was just... a momentary impulse... His mind was not clear, so he lost his composure like that.
"Get out of here!" Fang Ke suddenly raised his voice, "Don't let me throw you out!"
Amid his bluffing, Shen Qinian narrowed his eyes slightly, reached out and began to roll up his sleeves bit by bit.
A feeling of oppression hit him, Fang Ke gritted his teeth and stiffened his neck, refusing to show weakness.
"Master Fang," his tone was very cold, without his usual gentle style, and only mocked, "You are really interesting."
"I don't know which of your words are true and which are false, or rather, I don't know what it means to do what you, Young Master Fang, mean."
"You don't want to eat, right? I'll just help you take out the trash can so you don't bother your master."
Shen Ci Nian stretched out his hand, palm facing up.
Seeing Fang Ke didn't move, he sneered, "Master, do you want me to repeat my orders and whip you again?"
Fang Ke did not move for a long time, and the stalemate seemed to last for a century. Finally, a white light flashed in his palm, and a pill the size of a fingernail appeared.
"Fuck you!" He cursed viciously, raised his head and swallowed the pill.
The blind eyes were recovering, the symptoms of the old illness were gradually alleviated, and even new black hair was growing on his head. The black hair was getting longer and longer until it covered the back of his neck and eyes.
When breathing, even the lungs that had been poisoned by smoke for a long time felt much more unblocked.
Seeing Fang Ke's change, Shen Cinian turned and left without saying a word.
Fang Ke bent his fingers, clenched and unclenched them several times, and moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he failed to save face.
His eyesight had fully recovered, and the first thing he saw was a kitten lying at the door of the guest room.
Shen Ci Nian bent down and gently picked up the cat, "You are so obedient and waiting for me? The floor is dirty, go back to the room and sleep."
"Meow~"
Fang Ke's fingers pressed a little harder.
Shen Ci Nian straightened up, his tone suddenly becoming extremely cold, "Tomorrow is not the weekend, set your alarm clock, and it's best not to make me wait for you too long, my patience is not as good as you think."
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Fang Ke didn't know how he fell asleep with so much anger in his heart. Just after six o'clock on Thursday morning, Mi Shimeng started knocking on his door.
"Master, you can go downstairs for breakfast now. I have ironed your school uniform for you. Please open the door and take it."
Fang Ke, with two big dark circles under his eyes and a gloomy look, opened the door a crack, reached out with one hand to grab his clothes, and then slammed the door shut.
The door slammed so loudly that the sound echoed throughout the villa from the first to the third floor.
Shen Cinian sat at the dining table, reading the newspaper, ignoring Fang Ke's movements.
Tang Baidu, who was about to bypass the garden and fountain to drive the new car to the underground garage, glanced in the direction of the second floor and touched the back of his head.
He sighed in his heart: The Lord God still has such a good temper.
Mi Shimeng's eyes were slightly red when she went downstairs, but she didn't say anything. She just lowered her head deliberately when passing by Shen Cinian, not wanting Shen Cinian to see her crying.
Fang Ke didn't wear the big school uniform jacket because he thought it was ugly, so he found a black fleece hooded sweatshirt from the closet and put it on, revealing his collarbone and a large area of his chest. When he went outside wearing this, he would definitely be in the wind.
He opened the cupboard and found that all the socks inside were white, and his own socks with holes were gone.
Fine, no need to choose. Damn it.
Fang Ke deliberately pulled one of his socks high and the other low. He wore his usual wide-leg pants and walked down the stairs with his hands in his pockets and his legs shaking.
Chen Cinian frowned slightly, but blocked his brows with the newspaper so that Fang Ke wouldn't see his displeasure.
"What era is it? You're still reading newspapers?" Fang Ke walked over provocatively and deliberately shone in front of Shen Qinian, "You are eighty years old?"
"It's bigger than this," Chen Ci Nian said in a light tone, "Thank you, Master Fang, for being considerate of an old man like me and for being so kind as to get up early and have breakfast with me. Sit down."
After Fang Ke sat down, Shen Ci Nian mocked him again, "Next time, if you get up earlier, maybe you can see an old man like me doing morning exercises with a spinning top at the door."
"you……"
Before she even uttered the word "mother," Mi Shimeng quickly came out and picked up the milk in front of Fang Ke: "Master! Drink some milk!"
As he spoke, he kept pushing the cup in front of him.
Fang Ke was instantly irritated, snatched the cup and slammed it hard on the table.
A lot of it spilled on the table, and even flowed in front of Shen Ci Nian.
"Go away, I can drink it myself!"
Mi Shimeng smiled awkwardly, turned around and hid in the kitchen.
"Being aggressive towards her doesn't count as being capable." Chen Cinian took a few tissues and wiped the milk in front of him. His tone was still calm, as if he didn't take Fang Ke's jumping up and down seriously at all. "If you have the guts, stand in front of me and be aggressive. I'll see if I'll whip you like a top."
Fuck the spinning top.
Fang Ke frowned and ignored Shen Cinian. It was not because he felt guilty, but because he was too lazy to pay attention. Hmm.
He picked up the chopsticks and smashed the fried dumplings on the plate, but he didn't eat them. Just as he finished one and was about to start the next one, he felt a sudden pain on the back of his hand. He looked up and saw that it was Shen Cinian who had hit the back of his hand with his chopsticks.
"Master Fang has a really good appetite. He ate a whole plate of fried dumplings by himself."
Shen Cinian lowered the newspaper a little, and his eyes behind the glasses frame stared coldly at someone who had just recovered from a serious illness and was already acting like a dog.
He pushed the messed dumplings in front of Fang Ke and smiled, "Eat them, they're all yours."
That smile made Fang Ke extremely angry in an instant!
"Eat your mother! I don't want to eat anymore!" Fang Ke threw down his chopsticks and walked away.
Don't you care about him? Then what is this? It's just a mockery of him.
Fang Ke had long forgotten that he was the one who mocked Shen Ci Nian first. He walked out angrily, opened the passenger door of the new car and sat in.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, Shen Cinian came over and saw Fang Ke sitting in the passenger seat. He didn't say anything, but walked into the main driver's seat and started the car.
Xiao Tang watched the car leave in the garden.
Fang Ke was sulking when his stomach suddenly growled. He felt even more depressed when he thought about why he hadn't had breakfast. He sat there with his arms folded, feeling cold.
Shen Ci Nian glanced at him and threw two small bread bags over. "Eat them when we get to school. Don't eat them in the car."
Fang Ke opened it coldly and put it directly into his mouth expressionlessly, deliberately filling the seat with bread crumbs.
Just eat, what's wrong?
Just eat it!
Shen Cinian's grip on the steering wheel seemed to tighten.
It's not a big deal. He kept smiling.
At worst, I can just watch Fang Ke wipe it clean himself at night. What’s the big deal?
They're all like that, bastards.
At most, he raised a Beagle that was just a little more mischievous than a Husky. No big deal.
It’s no big deal.
Chen Cinian tolerated Fang Ke, suppressed his anger and did not lose his temper.
While waiting at the red light, he wondered: Is his temper a little too good? Even after throwing chopsticks and giving him a scowl at the table, he remained calm and offered Fang Ke two small pieces of bread to fill his stomach. Perhaps no one in the world could be more patient than him.
Fang Ke finished the bread without saying thank you and just sat there as cold as a log.
He ate his food and lived in his house, but it seemed like he owed Fang Ke something.
Chen Cinian felt a slight pain in his solar plexus, and for a moment, he wanted Fang Ke to get out of the car and walk to school by himself.
But when he thought that Fang Ke might not only not go to school, but might also cause some trouble, he silently dismissed the idea.
Never mind, it’s no big deal, he’ll just endure it.
The car slowly drove into Mingde No. 3 Middle School. Before Shen Cinian parked the car, Fang Ke opened the door and jumped out. He left without looking back and didn't even close the car door.
Shen Ci Nian was even stunned for a moment.
Coming back to his senses, he burst out laughing.
Very good. Very good.
Chen Cinian parked the car, got out, walked around to the passenger seat, closed the door for Fang Ke, and then locked the car with a beep.
Very good. It seems like I haven't seen such an irritating puppy in a long time.
That's fine. Keep fanning his flames and see who ends up crying.
Fang Ke went straight upstairs and kicked open the door of Class 14.
The history teacher was supervising morning reading. Everyone, including the teacher, instantly focused their attention on Fang Ke, and their gazes were fixed on the collar around Fang Ke's neck.
Criminal's logo.
The meaning in their eyes was complicated, and the only thing Fang Ke was sure of was that they were offending him.
Very, very offensive.
He instantly got furious and raised his hand to overturn Wang Le's desk in the first row.
"What are you looking at? Are you afraid I can't kill you?"
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